How Many Golden Cores Could Ning Zhuo Have?

Su Lingkou did not understand. She was deeply puzzled. "Cousin and Lin Jinglong are competing for the second seat. This is an extremely serious matter, and both sides are taking it very seriously."

"Why did it turn into deciding victory or defeat with rock-paper-scissors the moment Ning Zhuo stepped in? How could it be so childish?"

Why had Shen Xi agreed?

Because in that very moment earlier, he had suddenly awakened—the situation had completely changed!

Originally, he had thought that Ning Zhuo had formed an alliance with him, that they would support each other. At the very least, this time, Ning Zhuo would be one of his capable subordinates. But Ning Zhuo's actions had never followed the plan Shen Xi anticipated.

Ning Zhuo had gone straight to Lin Jinglong and had already successfully hosted a banquet for him. Judging by the atmosphere, they might even have reached a private agreement!

Under such circumstances, if Shen Xi continued to take a hard line and showed how desperately he wanted the second seat, he would very likely invite a joint blow from Ning Zhuo and Lin Jinglong.

Thus, he went along with it and agreed. It was a step back, leaving himself room to maneuver.

There was no need to resist head-on!

Even if he lost the second seat, it would merely mean some losses. It was far from the point of breaking bones and tearing tendons.

Ning Zhuo had not merely called out casually. He rose to his feet and personally welcomed Shen Xi and Su Lingkou.

Seeing him move, Yu Heye hurriedly stood as well.

Born of a great clan, Lin Jinglong possessed natural bearing and rose almost at the same time as Ning Zhuo.

Yet Yu Heye's action still made Lin Jinglong's heart tremble slightly. Quietly, he raised his